The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"It's a long story—"

The man looked at his virtuous wife and continued:

"BB, I'll explain it to you later."

"Now, can you help me teach Mordred first?"

"..."

BB glanced at Ian, then at Galahad.

Although she had numerous doubts, her behavior was no different from Grey's - that is, she would first make sure things were done according to the man's wishes, and then "remedy" any doubts after communicating with him later.

"BB understands."

"Hold on a minute—I'll be right back!"

"it is good."

A few minutes later, BB did "finish" what she was supposed to do as well.

only--

The results were a little different.

Besides BB himself, Mordred was not the only one who came to the "meeting".

Nero also came here and looked quite happy.

Next to her was BB with a sullen face.

It can be seen that something must have happened just now.

"This……"

Before the man could even open his mouth, BB started complaining.

"Pig!"

"This stinking emperor has shamelessly followed us—you better teach her a lesson quickly, or else Chaldea will be in chaos!"

"What do you mean by Yu followed me shamelessly?"

Nero supported his waist with his hands, looking very unconvinced.

She seemed to know that she was very cute, so she acted coquettishly towards Ian intentionally or unintentionally.

"I just heard there's a chance to meet the teacher here—that's why I came here!"

"I'm not shameless!"

"I know—"

"The teacher must also want to meet Yu, because Yu is his most lovely student and wife!"

"Hmm, teacher, right!"

"..."

Nero's overly proactive words made Galahad think that he was hallucinating again.

But looking at Nero's coquettish look as he was still seeking his father's approval, the boy was sure that the other party was not joking - could this be what is called having many wives and concubines?

Galahad was a little afraid to think about it.

only--

What he didn't know was that Ian's attention at the moment was not at all drawn to the coquettish Nero.

On the contrary, what the man cares about is a completely different person who has arrived at the scene.

correct.

That's Mordred.

The girl who was usually so lively that she was out of control, now looked like a wilted eggplant.

Not only did he not say a word, he didn't even dare to look at his father.

of course.

Ian knew that Modred was not afraid of him - what she was "afraid" of was the young man named Galahad beside her.

This was something she had admitted herself, that during her reign, this person had already disliked her very much.

The king was actually afraid of his own knights.

This is quite strange no matter how you think about it, but only to Mordred does it all make sense.

After thinking for a moment, Ian spoke to Galahad beside him;

"Galahad, the Mordred you're looking for is here."

"..."

With her attention completely diverted from Nero, Galahad soon noticed Mordred beside her.

Then, a comment floated out from the boy's mouth lightly.

"As expected of you—"

"Even in another era, there was no such self-awareness."

"..."

Galahad's words didn't sound so sharp, and Ian guessed what he was talking about - it was referring to the outfit that Mordred was wearing, which completely broke away from the British style.

That was the truth, goodness and beauty that I learned from Nero after following her, and now it is fully reflected in the gorgeous modern clothing.

have to say……

Nero did have an eye for beauty.

but--

Such words were a little bit heartbreaking for Mordred.

"I……"

The girl hesitated to speak, and it was obvious that she really couldn't think of any good words to respond.

Nero stood up like a mother, with her hands on her waist, protecting her "daughter" Mordred behind her.

"Hmm?"

"Do you have any objection to the costume I designed for Mordred?"

"I am the emperor of Rome. I believe my appreciation of aesthetics is second to none."

"Roman Emperor?" Galahad was stunned.

"Yeah!" Nero didn't mind revealing her identity at all. For her, this seemed to be a rare opportunity to promote herself.

"I have completely occupied the entire Chaldea."

"so--"

"I also allow you to call me the Emperor of Chaldea."

"so……"

Galahad's focus seemed to be entirely on whether Nero was the Roman emperor or the Chaldean emperor.

What he is concerned about is——

That face bears a certain resemblance to Artoria's.

"With a face so identical to the legendary king, he truly deserves to be king."

"Mordred, isn't that right?"

"Hmm?"

"Is this something terrible?"

Nero had no idea why Galahad said that.

But Ian understood it all completely - he was still thinking about the problem mentioned earlier.

"Mordred is the cause of all this."

And now, such a sentence is naturally describing, intentionally or unintentionally, that she inherited the face of Morgan, Altria's sister, but did not do anything worthy of all this.

Mordred...

You won’t be able to bear it, right?

This is indeed the case.

After Galahad said this, Mordred's expression became extremely embarrassed - she rarely understood the deeper meaning of the other person's words.

but……

But why did he become smart at this time?

Mordred couldn't accept it, and he couldn't face Galalad, whom his father had found from nowhere and at some unknown time.

"I, I have something else to do! I'm leaving first!"

After saying this, Mordred didn't wait for anyone else to respond, and fled like a defeated soldier.

What was more difficult than facing his father and mother was facing Gaharad, who had no intention of doting on him.

"..."

Seeing Mordred running away in defeat, Ian was not surprised at all.

He knew his daughter would most likely react in this way, but he still wanted to take a gamble.

only--

This time, he found that he seemed to have made a wrong bet.

But it seems that he inherited enough good luck from someone unknown.

When Mordred miscalculated this chip, the man got an unexpected trump card.

Nero, who had just been trying his best to show his emperor's gaze, now seemed like a different person.

"Excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back."

After saying this, Nero immediately ran back along the path that Mordred had taken.

Others might not understand, but Ian knew that she was definitely going to look for that "goddaughter".

"Galahad."

"What's wrong, father?"

"Never mind...it's nothing—let Mordred handle it himself."

On the other side, Nero quickly found Mordred by following the path she took.

At this moment, the naughty kid was standing there in frustration because the Coke in the vending machine did not come out.

"What's wrong with you, Xiao Mo."

Nero took two or three steps to her side, but saw a crying girl.

"You, why are you here!"

Mordred quickly wiped away his tears and put on a strong appearance.

"I should be the one asking you this question—"

Nero pinched Mordred's nose.

"you--"

"Why are you leaving like this?"

"..."

Mordred turned his head away as if he had been stabbed in the vitals, unable to utter a word.

She is usually full of energy, but now she is as limp as a deflated balloon.

"Nero, I..."